Mira's POV
Thud. He actually sat down.
I hadn't expected that. Not even my slightest dream that Sebastien St. Croix; the same man who'd spent three days pressing his forehead against cold glass could be my obedient boy. He was sat down on the stool across the kitchen island as though we had set up this meeting before today. Oh dear! He really looked straight-up desperate.
"Well. Condition one."
But for me? The feeling was so different! Sitting wasn't an option. I wasn't going to sit. Certainly not with what I was ready to tell him. The counter now felt cold and hard under my hands and I’d pushed my hands on it on purpose. The very same way I used to press my back against the wall of our Queens apartment. I’d remembered when the landlord knocked and my Mom would tell me to be quiet and
